With a deep breathe Blair found herself in the elevator leading to the Headmasters office again. She had not been at Beacon long, just a day, and he was already getting her ready for her mission, her trial of trust. Well, at least she had that in her favor. She had no ties, no bonds to those people anymore. If Aurtrox wanted them dead, if that would show her trust and loyalty, then so be it… or… was it a test to see how easily she was willing to take lives….?!?
Uh…. s**t…..
She was no longer a fan of the idea. Though it was too soon to begin to panic. She needed to see what the mission was after all. As the elevator made its way to the top she planned a course of potential responses to say depending on the mission. If he does flat out say it is a kill mission I should just show some hesitation… question to make sure if it is really necessary. That might, might keep him off my true murderous desires… hopefully… why did I do this again?
The ride wasn’t that long to plan to deeply, but it was enough to get her composure together.
”You summoned?” She questioned as she entered the room.
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Aurtrox would be notified by a subtle beeping sound the second the elevator was used. His eyes flickered to the hard light display. Blair. About time she was here. His heavy door would automatically open as it was programmed too when she drew close."Welcome Blair!" He said leaning back in his chair. "I hope you are excited for the mission you have before you?" His smile was crooked. Such an odd man he was. His movements were calculated, and his eyes seemingly held endless knowledge. Yet, his tone was always soothing."Garret should be hear shortly, but did you have any questions before we begin though?" Aurtrox straightened in his seat. "Ultimately this mission will be where you take out as many colleagues that you can find." He left the phrase 'takeout' ambiguous on purpose."All I require is evidence that they have been taken out, which will be collected by Garret alone."His eyes narrowed. Curious how she would react to that.
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ą α ß Ь c đ ∂ ε є é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ g Ħ ħ н ι J k ℓ м η ø σ p q я § τ u v ω x y z α ā ą в ς ɗ δ đ ɛ є ԍ ɦ ң н ϊ ί ι κ ℓ ʟ м и η σ ρ þ Ǭ⒬ҩǭqℚⓠя ₮ τ ü ŭ ω ұτ σ ω η ε ş ι м α к э v є н к и я ц ღ η ү ℓ ƒ с δ ρ — ъ ғ ш ψ ί п Á á Ć ć É é Í í Ĺ ĺ Ń ń Ó ó Ŕ ŕ Ś ś Ú ú Ý ý Ź ź À à È è Ì ì Ò ò Ù ù  â Ĉ ĉ Ê ê Ĝ ĝ Ĥ ĥ Î î Ĵ ĵ Ô ô Ŝ ŝ Û û Ŵ ŵ Ŷ ŷ Ä ä Ë ë Ï ï Ö ö Ü ü Ÿ ÿ ß Ã ã Ẽ ẽ Ĩ ĩ Ñ ñ Õ õ Ũ ũ Ỹ ỹ Ç ç Ģ ģ Ķ ķ Ļ ļ Ņ ņ Ŗ ŗ Ş ş Ţ ţ Đ đ Ů ů Ǎ ǎ Č č Ď ď Ě ě Ǐ ǐ Ľ ľ Ň ň Ǒ ǒ Ř ř Š š Ť ť Ǔ ǔ Ž ž Ā ā Ē ē Ī ī Ō ō Ū ū ǖ ǘ ǚ ǜ Ă ă Ĕ ĕ Ğ ğ Ĭ ĭ Ŏ ŏ Ŭ ŭ Ċ ċ Ė ė Ġ ġ İ ı Ż ż Ą ą Ę ę Į į Ų ų Ł ł Ő ő Ű ű Ŀ ŀ Ħ ħ Ð ð Þ þ Œ œ Æ æ Ø ø Å å Ə əΆ ά Έ έ Ή ή Ί ί Ό ό Ύ ύ Ώ ώ Α α Β β Γ γ Δ δ Ε ε Ζ ζ Η η Θ θ Ι ι Κ κ Λ λ Μ μ Ν ν Ξ ξ Ο ο Π π Ρ ρ Σ σ ς Τ τ Υ υ Φ φ Χ χ Ψ ψ Ω ω Б б В в Г г Ґ ґ Ѓ ѓ Д д Ђ ђ Е е Ё ё Є є Ж ж З з Ѕ ѕ И и І і Ї ї Й й Ј ј К к Ќ ќ Л л Љ љ М м Н н Њ њ О о П п Р р С с Т т Ћ ћ У у Ў ў Ф ф Х х Ц ц Ч ч Џ џ Ш ш Щ щ Ъ ъ Ы ы Ь ь Э э Ю ю Я я ą α ß β Ь c Ð đ ∂ ε є э é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ ġ Ħ ħ н ι į ї J k ℓ м η ø σ φ p q я ѓ § Ş τ † ů v ω x y zkōhai
”Headmaster…” She stated shortly after his greeting of welcome. A respectful nod of her head. Her hands rested gently in front of her. Unlike their first interaction, she was not in business attire. Her dress shirt and skirt had been replaced with a tank top and shorts, however she still kept heeled boots, though the heel was thicker and shorter than the former. She was going on a mission, she needed free movement, and looking like a normal person wouldn’t hurt to get close to her “targets”. Adjusting her glasses she tilted her head when asked if she was excited. ”I am excited to be here at Beacon and if this is what I need to do for your trust then, it's a job like any other.”
Were these the right words to say? In truth she was excited. Not in a “this will be amazing fun” sort of way, but a “I finally get to smash in those bastards faces” way. That latter was the attitude and side of herself she ensuring Aurtorx would not get an easy pick too. She was sure he had his suspicions of her having a more violent nature (after all he knew her background, who her family was….), she just didn’t want him to be right, so soon. Besides, it wasn’t like other huntsman that went through his school were void of vices and flaws.
The interesting thing about her response to his inquiry of excitement was, Blair didn’t say a single lie. She was in a way excited to be in Beacon, to be on some mission (one she yet had to get all the details) but, in reality a part of her had always wondered and dreamt of having not intentionally failed her Beacon entrance exam. It would have finally been a moment for her to experience a sense of normal life, but her desire to rebel against her father had been stronger than some childish dream. Taking out her father's acquaintances was in reality a job like any other, especially with her line of work.
Another nod came in response to Garret arriving soon and when asked if she had questions she tilted her head inquisitively. Aurtrox didn’t seem to hesitate in continuing, his words finally entering his “game of words”.
“All I require is evidence that they have been taken out……..”
Blair allowed herself to show sign of surprise. A quick series of blinks came to her face as she took a step back. Taking a breathe, she closed her eyes for a moment as she recomposed her position, hands falling back in front of her standing lap. Her head tilted again, blonde hair falling. ”You enjoy wordplay don’t you? Being headmaster boring? Or you have a twisted way of power abuse?” She cracked a playful smile at the end. She was obviously jesting him a bit, though she quickly returned to state her question while also making a point. Putting her head upright she put loose strands of hair behind her ear with one of her hands.
”You must think that because I took care of my family, that I am willing to do the same with others?” A rhetorical question. ”After all I never hid that fact from you. It was me or them. I chose myself. They had been after my life for a while. I have no intention of permanently taking out any of my targets unless I am forced too.” This was a lie and yet truth at the same time. She had jobs where she was told to avoid killing where she ended up doing so because it was her or them, and then she had jobs where she didn’t have to kill where she didn’t, and of course she had jobs were she was told to flat out end them which she did. ”After all, I would hate to bring unwanted attention to yourself and Beacon. I would think that you want the same? Sudden death can bring questions, and unwanted people and their attention. Never ending cycle of vengeance? If only grimm were the only thing everyone had to worry about.” She was no fool and she wanted Aurtrox to see that. And hopefully this would earn his respect and trust somewhat? That she was putting the interest and safety of the school above other things? Blair was aware that her father and his sad pathetic group hadn’t been much of a threat. Their death wasn’t something that they deserved, at least not in the eyes of justice. ”It is not up to us to easily decide who lives or dies… let the counsel and the people decide their fate.”
Unlike her first meeting with Aurtrox, she was not going in unprepared. Although relatively brief, their first encounter had indeed shown her what she had been warned about, that he wasn’t one to fool easily, and he liked “playing” with words to seek and force certain reactions. While it was true she was a bit uncomfortable during her first interview, letting it show was part of her plan to hopefully get him to think certain things about her. She was well aware of the benefits of being “underestimated”. She spent her whole childhood and adolescence with her father convinced she was not the weapon he had created her to be. That had been his greatest downfall. Blair was not one to be controlled, especially for a cause she couldn’t care less about. Faunus, humans. Who gave a s**t? What mattered in this world was survival. Who could come out crawling out of the ashes alive and kicking.
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Aurtrox was quickly reminded of all the reasons he enjoyed speaking with Balir. She wasn't the type to respect authority more than she had to, and was always forthright. Something he rarely saw outside of the council or mercenaries he worked with."Wordplay? Maybe. I like to think of myself as an author, but not of words—of life and death itself." His eyes narrowed with a mischievous smile on his face. "Or maybe I simply enjoy living a lie under the veneer of sophistication and ambiguity." Aurtrox folded his hands together. Each finger meticulously, and simultaneously, brushing its counterpart. The day was early, and the eastern sunlight cast long shadows across his desk, which was by all means spotless of dust. Every object placed carefully in its place, and nothing without function had a place in front of him. She might notice that he completely ignored her remark about abuse of power. On purpose? Likely. He had a way of leading others to conclusions about himself that was difficult to notice for most. Sometimes he merely liked testing one's perception.
"Blair, dear, I don't care how you take out your targets, but you must provide proof that they will no longer be a threat to yourself. Why? Because if they remain a threat to you, and you are in my humble employment, then they become a threat to me." Aurtrox sighed. "And while I don't personally mind threats such as this, I will not tolerate it because it creates a threat to my students. Even if indirectly... Which you seem to understand quite well." His intentions were surprisingly noble given his quirky persona."Garret"Aurtrox was impressed with how logical Blair was, she had a keen sense of others and their motivations. Garret would like her, he thought."I do agree, I wish grimm were the only enemy, but I find my greatest enemies are between me and the grimm..."This last part came out in a more somber tone. His eyes drifted to the window as he said it. He hated grimm more than anything, yet humans and faunus were oftentimes more despicable. His tone would suddenly change."Though, I see much promise in you, I don't think you realize who you are dealing with quite yet..."His eyes shot back to hers. Locking in place with an intensity she hadn't seen from him before. She could almost see a series of memories playing inside his eyes of a thousand deaths."At beacon, I am the council. In this very room you sit, the fates of many are decided every single day. Including yours."He abruptly leaned back in his chair to take a more nonchalant demeanor."You and I are more alike then you realize, I think we both want the same things out of life. At least on a basal level. That is why I like you, Blair. I hope we have a long relationship here..."
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ą α ß Ь c đ ∂ ε є é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ g Ħ ħ н ι J k ℓ м η ø σ p q я § τ u v ω x y z α ā ą в ς ɗ δ đ ɛ є ԍ ɦ ң н ϊ ί ι κ ℓ ʟ м и η σ ρ þ Ǭ⒬ҩǭqℚⓠя ₮ τ ü ŭ ω ұτ σ ω η ε ş ι м α к э v є н к и я ц ღ η ү ℓ ƒ с δ ρ — ъ ғ ш ψ ί п Á á Ć ć É é Í í Ĺ ĺ Ń ń Ó ó Ŕ ŕ Ś ś Ú ú Ý ý Ź ź À à È è Ì ì Ò ò Ù ù  â Ĉ ĉ Ê ê Ĝ ĝ Ĥ ĥ Î î Ĵ ĵ Ô ô Ŝ ŝ Û û Ŵ ŵ Ŷ ŷ Ä ä Ë ë Ï ï Ö ö Ü ü Ÿ ÿ ß Ã ã Ẽ ẽ Ĩ ĩ Ñ ñ Õ õ Ũ ũ Ỹ ỹ Ç ç Ģ ģ Ķ ķ Ļ ļ Ņ ņ Ŗ ŗ Ş ş Ţ ţ Đ đ Ů ů Ǎ ǎ Č č Ď ď Ě ě Ǐ ǐ Ľ ľ Ň ň Ǒ ǒ Ř ř Š š Ť ť Ǔ ǔ Ž ž Ā ā Ē ē Ī ī Ō ō Ū ū ǖ ǘ ǚ ǜ Ă ă Ĕ ĕ Ğ ğ Ĭ ĭ Ŏ ŏ Ŭ ŭ Ċ ċ Ė ė Ġ ġ İ ı Ż ż Ą ą Ę ę Į į Ų ų Ł ł Ő ő Ű ű Ŀ ŀ Ħ ħ Ð ð Þ þ Œ œ Æ æ Ø ø Å å Ə əΆ ά Έ έ Ή ή Ί ί Ό ό Ύ ύ Ώ ώ Α α Β β Γ γ Δ δ Ε ε Ζ ζ Η η Θ θ Ι ι Κ κ Λ λ Μ μ Ν ν Ξ ξ Ο ο Π π Ρ ρ Σ σ ς Τ τ Υ υ Φ φ Χ χ Ψ ψ Ω ω Б б В в Г г Ґ ґ Ѓ ѓ Д д Ђ ђ Е е Ё ё Є є Ж ж З з Ѕ ѕ И и І і Ї ї Й й Ј ј К к Ќ ќ Л л Љ љ М м Н н Њ њ О о П п Р р С с Т т Ћ ћ У у Ў ў Ф ф Х х Ц ц Ч ч Џ џ Ш ш Щ щ Ъ ъ Ы ы Ь ь Э э Ю ю Я я ą α ß β Ь c Ð đ ∂ ε є э é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ ġ Ħ ħ н ι į ї J k ℓ м η ø σ φ p q я ѓ § Ş τ † ů v ω x y zkōhai
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"The Twin Spears of Old"
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Finally, the elevator would make a sound as it stopped moving. Waiting for the doors to open first, Garret would push off from the walls and walk forward. As he left and the elevator closed behind him, he would see the large doors to the headmasters office already open...and two familiar figured inside. Without a word, as the two seemed to be in conversation, Garret would step inside the room but hang back towards the door as he saw no need to go all the way in quite yet. His eyes would look to Blair, who Aurtrox had told was his mission, last he had seen her. Studying the girl a bit, trying to gauge how much help she may actually be on this and how much of what was to come would be baby sitting her. His eyes would then slowly look back to Aurtrox, waiting for a pause in their own conversation before he would speak. "I've received your summons. Given that she is here as well, I see no need to delay. What is to be our mission?" Garret would ask, blunt and to the point as he usually was with Aurtrox. He never saw a need to waste time talking when there was a mission to be done. Talking could be done during or after the mission regardless, otherwise it was just a delay. Sometimes at least, there was always the potential for exceptions though.
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When it came to his comments about wordplay and what not she ignored it. It wasn’t a topic she cared to continue too long, at least not at the moment. They could continue it on a later date. For what she wanted to know was the whole “take out” situation. When hearing how he didn’t care she let a smirk of amusement coat her lips. Well then…. Mr. Beacon Academy isn’t all that innocent… I can respect that. There was no point in her hiding certain things anymore. ”Well then if that is the case. I will do as I please. And, as you’ve seen… I can clean up after myself.” She ended with a playful wink, obviously referring to the death of her “family”. No one knew it was her except two people, Hades and well… Aurtorx by the power of deduction. ”You have many secrets, what is one more~” She teased in regards to herself.
“I see much promise in you, I don't think you realize who you are dealing with quite yet"
Blair tilted her head and shrugged uncaringly. ”I probably don’t. But I also may not care that much.”
“That is why I like you, Blair. I hope we have a long relationship here..."
”Awwww so sweet~. As I suspected, as long as I am no threat to you we should be fine. Got no issue with that. I quite like your wonderfully mysterious good side of yours,” she commented feeling at ease to play around. Why be serious all the time? One thing was the interview, the other thing was this here and now. Besides she figured if she seemed at ease around him, he would perhaps do the same and one day let something slip? ”By the way… you like cookies?” A playful tease in regards to staying on his good side.
Not long after she uttered those words, Garret joined. ”Well aren’t you all buttercups and sunshine,” the blonde blurted out loud with his way of getting straight to the point. Her gaze drifting between Garret and Aurtrox, when it landed on the headmaster she gave him a look and “whispered” though she didn’t care much that Garret could hear. ”The stick up there good I see?”
However once those “harsh” words left her lips she looked at Garret taking a somewhat more serious façade. ”You just have to babysit me as I take care of some people that could become a threat. And don’t you worry that pretty face of yours~ I’ll keep it save… maybe. A new scar or two never hurts to get the ladies? ”
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Aurtrox would chuckle when she said she didn't care too much about knowing who he was. It made things easier by all accounts, so this was a convenience for him. The conversation would quickly move forward though."Cookies... I'm afraid not. I prefer greenery. Salads and things like that." His eyes glinted in the morning sunlight. She was quite random at times and had obviously eased up. This was a good thing, though if she didn't treat him with respect outside of his office he would have to put her in her place. She would be fine though, be thought to himself as Garret made his appearance.
"Pretty much." Aurtrox said in response to what Blair had said."Blair here, will be eradicating some loose ends that could someday come back to haunt the academy." Aurtrox clicked a button on his desk and a hard-light screen blipped to life. It filtered swiftly through several profiles of known criminals that had all left the city's boundaries. "Blair will take the lead, you can participate as much as you like, but at the very least I wanted someone I trust on the ground to verify that her targets were dealt with..." He left it ambiguous what that meant, but he knew Garret would get the picture nonetheless."Garret..."Aurtrox said hesitantly."This mission is full of unknowns. Please take good care of Ms. Wight here."An electric beep signalling the file was finished could be heard as Aurtrox pulled out a small box. In it were two watches."They may not be the prettiest things, but these watches act as comms that work within a 5 mile range of each-other. They also contain the information on each of the criminals you are going after. Once the mission is finished they will self destruct, but they will give you fair warning before so don't worry."This was something he had custom made for missions just like this. The watches were sleek and black with a large glass front. On the outside they looked like an ordinary watch, but at the press of one's finger against the glass they would switch to mission mode and hold all the info they needed."There are several targets on there, you may not get them all, but that is okay. Some may be harder to find than others."And with that, Aurtrox stood up and donned an outer coat to his robe."I have anther meeting with an old colleague, so I must be on my way. Best of luck to you both, please come back in one piece."Aurtrox walked out the door, but as he did so he stopped and patted Garret on the shoulder. As he did so he made a funny look and tilted his head towards Blair as if to say 'shes a little crazy, watch yourself.' And then he was gone. The second he stepped over the threshold to his office the computer blinked off and the lights shut off. The heavy door remained open though, but would automatically close behind them.
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Garret would then turn his attention to Autrox as he would agree with the latter of Blair's statements in terms of the mission, or so Garret assumed. He would mention that the child would be eradicating loose ends that could pose a threat to the academy, before showing some of the profiles of the targets briefly. 'All criminal lowlifes it would seem.' Garret noted in thought, trying to at least remember the faces from those shown though the speed it went through made it difficult. Seeing how many made Garret believe this could take time...and multiple assignments with the child. Garret would find his attention taken from the profiles as Aurtrox spoke his name, mentioning the mission was full of unknowns and that he was to protect the child. Garret would nod his head respectfully to the headmaster. He would ensure she wouldn't perish, at the very least. However a scar or two never hurt to teach the young. After hearing a beep, he would see Aurtrox pull out a box with two watches inside. He would explain that while not the prettiest, they worked as communications and to have the information on their targets. Which, while Garret did not like technology or relying on it...was admittedly convenient to keep track of who was left and have the information conveniently accessible. Garret would reach forward and take the watch, also partially curious as to why a self destruct was built into it. And how much he should trust to wear it in that it would not blow him up as well. But, he trusted the eccentric academy head master enough to don it. While he would go on to say it was okay not to get them all, it was already taken as a challenge in Garret's mind. He would ensure they were rid of, or taken care of in some shape or form depending on circumstance.
Aurtrox would then say he had to leave, but would do something a bit out of character to Garret. He would pat Garret on the shoulder, and make a look at the child like she was crazy before leaving soon after. Garret would merely give him a curious look to his actions, but would smile slightly to go with it. As soon as Aurtrox left, the computer and lights shut off in the room; seeming to be tied to his presence. Tapping the watch to show a display of targets, Garret would turn and face the child. "Since this is your mission, i'll let you pick the first target. Try not to pick one too out of your league; I'd hate to have to save you on the very first target." Garret would say with an arrogant smile on his lips, curious how the child would react. While, truthfully, he loved battle and testing his own skills...He did want to see what she was capable of at the very least. For all his own thoughts of being a child, if she had been hired by Aurtrox and Garret was just sent to make sure things didn't go disastrously, it inferred Aurtrox felt she had some skill to her. Only time would tell if that was true though.
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This was going to be more fun than she had anticipated. Garret was not the boring soul she was assuming she would be set up with. He could banter as well. Was she flirting? Nah. Maybe. Not really. Though some could maybe think her mannerism was flirting, she in reality was just being childish. Let him underestimate her. Let them underestimate her. It only made her success more satisfying. As Aurtrox left she smiled coyly as he made a motion on her being crazy, or she assumed, it was hard to be sure from the angle but it was probably along those lines.
Now, it was not exactly Garret’s company that was getting her in a fairly decent mood, no… it was the idea of finally going out and doing something exciting. It had been a long while since she had last gone on a mission, and since Aurtrox clearly did not care what happened to these targets, she could let herself lose~. Ah the possible violence… Sweet sweet revenge~.
Oh? Pick her first target? She clasped her hands playfully over her heart as if he had just given her the most amazing romantic gift. ”Awww really?” There she was sounding a bit childish. ”How about we randomize it instead~.” With that she pressed the watching making it scroll through the targets and without looking she pressed the watch again making it stop on a male Wolf Faunus. Blair had to hold back the most satisfied of evil smirks, the man before her was none other than the father of her “ex”. This was bound to be interesting. She had never liked him much. Always seemed too happy about their relationship, hell, he had clearly pushed for it. Those were just small details, stuff from her past she would rather not remember. It was not worth her time.
”Well then~. Shall we go get equipped, Miss Doubtfire?” She had no idea where the academy stored their weapons yet.
While he was sure to continue his assumption of her being some arrogant child, a child that knew not the hardships of life, he could find some of his assumption to be wrong by paying attention to her abdominal area. She had seen combat before, combat that had left quite the scar.
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✘ Profile ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Seeing the child clasp her hands over her heart, and her words following after, Garret wasn't sure if she was being genuine or sarcastic for some reason. Though he was leaning to the latter. The playfulness after their verbal exchange earlier was likely coloring his thoughts in that direction. He had a feeling there would be a lot more verbal exchange to come in their time together, for better or worse. She at least seemed to decide to let it be chance for who their target was, a fair way as any to pick. As she pressed the watch, a myriad of targets would appear and disappear, being replaced by new ones over and over in rapid succession. Garret would see she had her eyes closed as she pressed it again to stop it. It seemed to have stopped on a faunus, and a wolf one at that. 'I need to be prepared for their heightened senses and any other tricks they may have.' He silently thought to himself. He had little else to go off for now though on the potential target, unless he asked Blair at least. Unless the device had a way to show more...but both were things he didn't necessarily desire to do. One for whatever verbal quip the child may come up with, and the other because of his dislike for technology. Either way, the child seemed ready...though she had addressed Garret as Miss Doubtfire. Who that was or why she called him that, he did not know. He was about to respond when he noticed something on her abdomen. It was a long, wide, scar on the right side of her abdomen. 'So it seems she has survived some fights after all.' He noted to himself, though even in his mind he was giving it less credit than due. As it is the type of scar that easily could've led to death, and for it to not have been healed fully by aura at the time...Gave him some sense the child may be able to hold her own. Maybe.
"I don't know who this doubtfire is, but I am prepared already. The only one who needs to collect her toys is you." He would say...though not in an overly negative or demeaning tone of voice, surprisingly. It was more in an arrogant and an almost playful tone. Almost at least. There was still a hint of demeaning, of course. He wasn't about to let her think he liked her company. He would also just incline his head ever so slightly to over his shoulder, where either Heir or Virtue would be showing. He rarely went anywhere without his spears if he could help it. And it took a lot of convincing for him to do so in the rare few times he did travel without them. Without another word, or to wait for a response, he would begin walking towards the school armory. And, without looking back to her, he would speak again. "So how did you come by such a scar?" He would simply ask, though would not shorten in his pace at all. Almost as if it were more a passing interest than any, even if he was curious to know. But it was for different reasons really. One was to get to the armory quickly to equip her and then they can be on their way. The other...was of a more discreet nature. Which, depending on if she managed to catch up or stayed behind him, would determine if he did something else while awaiting her answer.
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Oh, her reference fell on uncultured ears, that was fine, she would enlighten him. ”Ah yes toys~.” She chuckled as a thought came to her mind. Hades has rubbed off on me… Blair pondered amused as her next comment rolled off her tongue as if it were something that came naturally to her. ”The only adult toys I need~. Seems the same goes for you.” How this would be interpreted by him was up to him. Was she implying something? Yes indeed, but that was the great thing about word play, it didn’t mean the other would get it. It was just her messing around anyways. Blair was no idiot, she had gathered enough of his reactions towards her to pick up he did not think she was much of a threat, nor taking it seriously, so why ruin his assumption? She would play that role. Keep him unaware of her true nature. She would not give him time to respond to her “joke” as she shifted quickly to explaining her doubtfire comment. ”Miss Doubtfire is the name of a nanny. A nanny who is in reality the biological father of some children and who dressed up as a fattish old female woman to spend time with them under the alias Miss Doubtfire. You are, my nanny. Special nanny. All for me. I feel quite special with this.” She smiled at him mischievously as she pondered what equipment to take.
Blue green eyes looked over the options given to her carefully. This was a covert operation in her eyes, the quieter the better, at least that was how she wanted to play it. Since he was going to stand back and watch, or so was the plan, she figured she would take even more things as he could serve as a donkey and carry it for her until needed. When asked about her scar she paused as she held daggers in her hands. Her face turned to his as she gave him a sly smile. ”Oh? Suddenly curious about me? Well….” Content with the daggers she slipped them into the duffle bag along with dust vials, and pistols she had grabbed previously. ”I was on an expedition when we came across what we thought was an sos beacon…. but we learned too late it was a warning. We came across this new species of grimm. We dubbed them facehuggers. They would come out of these slimy egg like pods and latch onto your face like a deformed spider. What we didn’t know right away, was that the laid a grimm inside your face that would eventually burst out of your chest. This scar here… was to get it out before it could do so. Poor Jimmy… the first victim but without him we wouldn’t have known the truth.” This was far fetched and she was well aware of it. The story wasn’t even original, but from a scientific novel she had come across years before about space grimm. It was clear that the story was a lie. Her scars origins would remain a secret. Her eyes seemed to hold a mischievous twinkle in anticipation for his reaction.
As she waited for his reaction and more conversation from him (if he was going to do so), she gathered a few more materials into the duffle bag before zipping it up. ”I am ready. I should probably lead the way.”
:Bag Contents: Two foot long daggers Two pistols (with silencers) - Designed for Aura Bullets 6 fire dust Mechanical components that could be made into a bomb with fire dust
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✘ Profile ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She would go with his allusion to their weapons as toys, seeming to enjoy the indirect description, and say it was the only adult toys they needed. 'It seems she is versed in verbal challenge.' He noted to himself, changing his meaning of it being for a kid to perhaps the more sexual nature. That thought really didn't phase Garret, so he would attempt to respond swiftly but found her speaking before he could. She would explain the reference, and Garret would think to himself how that particularly fit in this situation. To which he was having trouble doing besides just the two of them being male, as there was no false pretense on his ends to be anything but the person watching over her for now. Sensing a momentary lull in dialogue, he would take the chance to respond. "Indeed, the only adult toys either of us needs. And I thank you for explaining the reference. I fail to see the similarity between this character and myself, save for having to watch over a child, but it is good to know nonetheless." He would respond simply and straightforwardly, but being genuine in this thanks for her explanation. As they reached the armory and she began to equip herself, he would note she went for two daggers. Her face would turn as he asked about the scars, sly smile on her face, as she would seem curious why he suddenly wanted to know about her. She would quickly stash a pair of silenced pistols, dust, and the daggers into a duffel bag before she would go on with a...rather imaginative story. It started off seeming plausible with an SOS beacon...but then it shifted to a story of a new species of grimm that seemed to have several stages to burst out of a persons chest. 'If such a species of Grimm existed, I would know of it.' He thought silently to himself, though he could tell in general what she had said was a lie. He would see the mischievous twinkle in her eyes, but he gave her a flat look of un-amusedness to her story. Part of him debated saying if she rather not say she could say so, but he felt it was not quite worth such an effort. Better, he reasoned, to give her little reaction to her story.
As she would gather a few more things, material that he was unsure what the purpose of it would be, he would turn partially away from her briefly and hold up his watch again to look at the target. Back to her to a degree, he would speak. "What do you know of the target in question?" He would ask simply, as he seemed to be looking at it. But while doing so, he would take out a piece of paper that he had on his person and briefly look it over while ensuring she could not see what was on it. Once satisfied, and her finishing her answer if she chose to or getting too close, he would stash it back where he had found it before. After she was finished (and with answering his own question presumably), he would turn to her as she said she was ready and volunteered to lead the way. Garret would nod to her before speaking. "It is only fitting if you do so, given this mission was assigned to you first. I am curious how you shall go about this." Those words said, he would allow to take the lead for wherever they were headed to next. While he hadn't thought of it earlier, he did ponder her equipment choice from what he had seen. 'Silenced pistols, daggers...she intends to go about this silently. Or attempt to at the least. But what all those materials she gathered were for I have no clue. And why all the fire dust?' He pondered silently. The first dust in particular, as it did not seem to fit a quiet scenario, but perhaps it was more in case the former option failed and they were put to more direct confrontation. Which was his own preference, though he knew the value of surprise. It would be interesting to see how it turned out. It had been some time since he fought other people; he was eager to test and hone his skills again. Especially against criminals and the degenerates of the world.
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Accidentally edited over the original post when getting format.....
:Bag Contents: Two foot long daggers Two pistols (with silencers) - Designed for Aura Bullets 6 fire dust Mechanical components that could be made into a bomb with fire dust
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As they entered the airship, displeasure was clear on Garret's face. He...disliked modern technology, to put it simply. He much preferred the older ways where you did not have to rely on machine, but such ways were also much slower and time-consuming. He did not having to rely on others for his own fate. He watched, curiously, as Blair would take the pilot seat after setting her bag aside. Him having no desire or inclination to have piloted this thing anyway. Even though he knew little of the technology or its workings, he could tell she at least seemed to know what she was doing. She even, for once, seemed semi-serious with her focus. As the engines roared to life, that brief bit of seriousness faded as she mentioned getting carrot cake for dinner and that she would hate for him to be late for a special someone. Garret only sighed softly at the comment. "The only rush I am in is to finish this journey." He would simply say, not particularly caring if it revealed he disliked being on the airship. His gaze passing from the controls, to the sky, and then back to Blair. "Since you are acquainted with them, you can inform me as needed of what the targets are capable of. That aside, I am more curious as to what you are capable of in a fight. After all, if it is necessary for me to fight with you, I need to know what to focus on." He would add, for once not with his usual arrogance. He would cross his arms in front of himself as he seemed to be in thought...before speaking again. "As it is abundantly clear, I am a spear fighter. All I need is to get close to be at my best in a fight." He would say, cocking his head to the spears on his back when he mentioned what type of combatant he was. He felt no need to say his weakness, range, directly at the time at least. Or what his semblance did for now. His description, in his mind, perfectly described the conditions he needed in a fight
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